Nine Lives Of Chloe King Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

He hadn't even looked at me when he said, Put it on so we can get this over with. For fourteen months in that cold mansion, I had cooked dinner every single night, waiting by the window until the food turned rubbery and cold. I had tried so hard to earn one kind word, one smile, or one gentle touch on my shoulder. And in the end, I was pushed onto a marble floor, left to bleed in the dark, and thrown out like a bag of trash onto the road. Now, Chloe stood in the center of the world, getting a public proposal, expensive diamonds, and applause from the whole city for telling lies.

"Did you see Halil? Did you flirt with Kai?" "I saw Nora!" Chloe yelled back, finally finding her voice. "I sat in the library and talked with the human! You can't just expect me to walk in there and seduce two Lycan Kings in one afternoon!" "The human?" Preston whispered, pure disbelief washing over his bloody face. "You spent the afternoon drinking tea with the stray?" "She is nice to me!" Chloe defended, wiping her wet cheeks. "She is the only person who treats me like a normal human being!"

The heavy iron lock on the oak door rattled, the sharp, scraping sound echoing like thunder in the quiet room. I immediately closed my eyes, letting my body go completely limp on the mattress. I turned my face toward the wall, letting my tangled, dirty hair fall over my cheeks, mimicking the posture of a girl who had completely lost her will to live. The heavy door groaned open. The clicking of elegant, high-heeled boots against the stone floor told me exactly who it was before she even spoke. "Oh, look at the poor, pathetic thing," Vanessa’s voice purred, dripping with a sickening blend of mock pity and venomous satisfaction. "Still breathing. You really are a stubborn little cockroach, are

Chloe was eighteen years old and was living in a small village named Edenwall. She had two older brothers: Nicholas and Andrew. They were living in a small cottage with their mother, as their father passed away when they were little. He had drowned on the river which was not far from their home. Chloe was a shy, sensitive girl who would spend most of her time reading romance books, especially the ones that were about werewolves and vampires. She knew lots of boys, but she never had a boyfriend, nor had she ever been kissed.

“This dirt floor is where you belong.” Clara, who was aggressively stomping on Keanna, calmed down slightly, catching her breath. Neil, who returned with a great injury, seemed different. Clara couldn’t believe he tossed her aside all because of one whore. He couldn’t become King without her family. She picked the best man to match with her. He’s supposed to be the King and the place beside him is hers. She couldn’t forgive Keanna for taking it from her. The future she so perfectly created was destroyed because of this thing.

Chloe tried to break free, but Ruan pulled her along, dragging her right to the door where Megan stood. Chloe felt so incredibly weak that she couldn't even fight him. The sickness had hit her so suddenly that she couldn't help it. She only wished to crawl back into bed and sleep for a few more hours. Chloe paused, staring at Megan clad in Ruan’s shirt, her bare legs exposed, her hair perfectly brushed. What a pathetic sight, she thought. Someone had just murdered her mother, yet she stood there smiling like a prostitute, throwing herself at a man who clearly didn't want her anymore.

I gasped, “Oh my Goddess! What happened?” Queen Chumani sighed and sat up, “There was a female who wanted to be Aidinth’s princess before he found Chloe. I even caught him kicking her out of his room a few times. He never did want anything to do with her. She was a major whore. Anyway, when he brought Chloe back with him from Luna Abby’s ball, she was waiting in his room for him. She had been going through the boxes with Chloe’s visions in them and they caught her. Chloe and Aidinth were already madly in love by the time they got here and she was livid to see them together. She tried to seduce Aidinth after he told her to get out, and Chloe grabbed her arm and dislocated her shoulder for put

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The other part, the one that had spent too many nights staring at the empty apartment above the shop, whispered that this could actually work. “Fine,” she said. “Text me the address. But if this guy is weird, I’m out.” Two hours later, Chloe stood in the gleaming lobby of King Enterprises, tugging at the hem of her best black blouse. The elevator doors opened on the top floor with a soft ding. A sharply dressed assistant led her straight into a corner office that looked like it belonged in a magazine. Damian King didn’t stand up right away, He sat behind a massive desk, typing something on his laptop, his broad shoulders filling out a tailored charcoal suit. When he finally looked up, his gr

she continued, "whatever has gotten into Nick is really messing up his perspective of what true beauty really is." "Leave my room now," I seethed. "You're sick for finding happiness in someone's death." Chloe rolled her eyes once more, "I pity you right now. Honestly I really do, because soon you'll be dead and he'll come crawling back to me like he always does," she said and stood up to leave. "If caring about someone you love so much is considered being sick, then I don't mind being one." "I don't remember him saying anything about crawling back to a psychotic girl like you," I spat. "You really are a psychopath," I commented.